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Here you go.

I open my eyes and close them again. I turn my head to the right and open my eyes to check the alarm clock for the millionth time.

9:05 a.m.

I close my eyes again, and debate with myself if I should get up now or should I wait for Quinn to come and tell me to do so just a little while longer.

I'm so stupid.

I open my eyes again and sit up this time.

She's not coming, stupid. She's mad at you, have you forgotten?

I bury my face into my palms and pout.

This is a lot worse than my last birthday.

I fix my bed, not that I had to since there are a lot of maids in the house, but I'm still wishing Quinn would come to my door while I'm cleaning.

When I've eased out the smallest crease in my bedsheet, I sigh, give up, and start going downstairs.

I enter the dining room and see everyone except Quinn munching on pancakes.

"About time, birthday girl," Mike beams at me.

"Happy birthday, Santana," Heather greets me and stretches her arms out, motioning for me to hug her. I let her embrace me and place a kiss on my cheek.

I sit down next to Sam. "Where's Quinn?"

"Maria says she went out very early this morning." Maria's one of the house maids. "Didn't she greet you yet?" Mike continues while he's still chewing.

I try to hide my disappointment and shake my head.

Mike blinks. "Well, that's strange."

"How long has she been gone?"

"Maria said she saw her sneaking out of the house when she woke up, so I'm guessing she's been out for more than five hours."

"You mean she hasn't had breakfast yet?"

Mike shrugs. "I don't think so. And I know that you're already planning to go after her, but finish your food first."

I heave a sigh and nod.

Where the hell is she?

I drop down the pavement, hang my head down, and take loud, deep pants. I spent the last hour running to and around the mall, since it's the closest attraction to the house, hoping that Quinn just forgot that it was my birthday and decided to buy me a gift at the last minute, and running to the carnival, only because I think Quinn would most likely be here.

Cough. Flying Horses. Cough.

Cough. Finn. Gag.

"Looking for someone?"

I lift my head and see Puck smiling at me. He extends a hand for me to grab onto.

I can see the disappointment in his face when I mutter, "Yeah. Quinn."

"Oh, she's missing?"

I nod. "She hasn't even greeted me yet."

Puck just crosses his arms and smirks.

I raise an eyebrow. "What?"

He bites his lip and tilts his head to one side. "Nothing." He exhales and continues, "But Quinn's not here. I've been in the carnival all day and I don't think I've seen any sign of her. So… do you want me to join you and help you find her or do you want to do something else?"

"Help me, then."

"Great." He offers me his arm which I grab. "Shall we?"

I try to return his smile and sigh.

Where the hell are you, Quinn?

We ride in Puck's motorcycle and head to the beach once we've circled the whole carnival and still haven't gotten any sign of Quinn and after he treated me for a quick lunch.

I stand and rock back and forth on my feet while waiting for Puck to finish parking his motorcycle.

"Hey. Stop fidgeting. We'll find her." Puck reaches for my hand and gives it a squeeze.

I give him a small grin and release my hand from his. "Yeah. Of course."

"You sure she's not at home?"

I shake my head. "Mike told me he'll text me if he finds her."

We've already started walking in the sand when Puck quietly asks me, "So… What's with you and Quinn?"

"Huh? What about us?"

He sighs. "Well… Promise me you won't get mad?"

I narrow my eyes at him. "What?"

He looks down at his feet before resuming, "At some point, I thought you two were together."

I stop walking and turn to him with wide eyes. "Huh?"

He shrugs. "I don't know… It's just… I don't know. Forget I said that."

"But… why would you think that?"

"It's just… the way you look at each other and the way you act around each other… Nah. Forget I said it."

I swallow. "Well, haven't you been told we're best friends?"

"Uh… Yeah. I know but… Forget it. It's stupid. I mean, you're both straight, right?"

I gulp before laughing nervously. "Yeah… Of course."

Suddenly, Puck stops. "Wait. Isn't that her?"

I follow his line of sight and see a girl wearing a cap, shades, a plain white t-shirt, and brown shorts, sitting on the sand with her eyes set afar.

He places a hand over my shoulder. "Would you like me to leave this to you?"

I nod. "If you don't mind. Thank you."

"No problem. Oh, and, San, umm…." He rubs the back of his neck before kissing me lightly on the forehead. "Take care."

He hurriedly turns around and I laugh as he almost stumbles when he scampers away.

When I turn and look back at where Quinn was, I feel my heart race when I don't see her there anymore.

I start walking to where she was and clench my fist while doing so.

When I reach where I think she was just before I turned away from her, I sigh both in exhaustion and in defeat.

Where the hell did she go?

That's when I hear someone whisper in my ear.

"Looking for someone?"

I look up and see Quinn who gives me a small smile before sitting down next to me.

I'm still catching my breath when I ask her, "Where have you been?"

She just shrugs and wraps her arms around her knees.

"Have you eaten?"

I roll my eyes as she shrugs again. I stand up and pull her arm.

"You're crazy. What were you doing?"

Her answer makes me stop in my tracks. "I was hiding from you."

I let go of her arm and sigh. "Come on, Q. It's my birthday. Can't we just forgive and forget?"

Quinn scowls. "This is exactly the reason why I didn't want you to see me. I was afraid I'm going to ruin your day."

"You think you won't ruin it if you'd avoid me all day?"

"I just… I'm sorry."

"Q, can't we just pretend we're okay? Can't we just act like how we were last summer? Besides, I loved how you greeted me last year." I bite my lip and smirk before continuing, "Please, Q, even for just a day. Let this be my birthday present from you."

Quinn sighs before reaching into her pocket. "But, S, I've already bought you this." She pulls out a sparkling, silver anklet with the word "trouble" dangling from it.

She drops down on her knee and places it around my ankle. She shows me her foot and dangles her own anklet which reads "double".

I sigh and wrap my arms tightly around her neck. "I hate you," I mumble. "Why would you hide from me?"

Quinn wraps her arms loosely around my waist. "Duh, S. I have been such a bitch and I've been so cold towards you for the last few days. I figured you hate me now just like what you just said."

I just pull Quinn tighter, shake my head, and whisper, "Shut up. I love you, Quinn."